His momma used to dance at the Broadway shows
Broadway, where the young men go to drop the coins in one, two, three
He remembered walking in, not knowing appplesauce from sin
And uncles trotted one, two, three
Calling Kyle
His pop was met at the Ballpark Franks, he used to root for the radio
Yanks
They'd sat they'd aerate the greens
On Coleman he would spot the sheep, on Christmas he'd kept the keep
Turkey day saw no greens
Calling Kyle